Grant continues his goal of taking one hundred loads to earn release from his chastity cage. Being home from the kink convention and Matt's new rule that glory holes, cruising, and hookup apps are no longer allowed mean Grant has his work cut out for him.
Jay and Tony had grown up in this Town, had been childhood fast friends and renewed their bond in Senior Year of High School, flying just under the radar of the law and family concerns, but it was Tony who was trouble with a capital T and Jay his committed wing man in all those schemes, but tonight he was flying solo.
Tony hadn't shown up, Jay was tired and bored waiting and watching that Park toilet, babysitting Jerry and he needed to make a decision before this Thanksgiving Weekend was a complete washout.
Tony was an after-hours delivery to that Park toilet Kurt and Rashid were happy to provide, knowing Tony's friends would be waiting and there was a hungry crowd waiting in the dark who's favorite meal was boymeat.
I was in Orlando with Matt at a work convention. Last night I had discovered that our hotel was hosting a gay kink convention this weekend. I knew one of these was going to be extremely boring, and I knew one of them was going to help me achieve my chastity goal of taking one hundred loads before I’m allowed to unlock.
Chastity will be good for you, Grant. Being a fag means focusing on making the men you serve cum, not worrying about your own release. Staying horny means you’ll become even more submissive and a better faggot for it. Just this weekend you’ve pushed your limits, all thanks to the cage.
It's winter break, six months since his big brother Adam left for college. Despite being gone for such a short period, he is a different person. One day Danny comes home and finds his big brother Adam in a compromising position, a position that introduces Danny to the big world Adam found out about at college.
Everybody looked at each other. They all wanted to use me, but none of them wanted to be the first. The Army guy that had been jerking off stood up. He was very tipsy, and slowly made his way over to me in a not-so-straight line. He leaned forward and I opened my mouth to receive his hard, wet cock. The other men cheered and chanted encouragement as the Army guy fucked my mouth.
This is another story that is loosely based on a fantasy of mine. I ran into my boss while in an adult book store with a rather active back room. This is my story of what wish happened.
Laabor Day weekend has long last arrived. Matt and Kevin begin their trip up to a friend's cabin. Four days of fun begin with a quick stop to a seedy establishment.
Running for the bus in our birthday suits, we head back into the city, where we salivate over sushi, quietly going about our business in the shadows afterwards. A few nights later Josh cooks up a storm, stuffing my chicken, and eventually fogging up the windows that look out towards our future.
I was a little nervous as I walked up to the door, and fuckin off the wall horny. The guy at the desk was very nice and explained everything. I didn’t really hear all that he said because I was concentrating on his huge bulge in his 501’s. He was going commando with the bottom button unbuttoned and his thick cock going down his leg. I rented a room so I could have a private space if needed.
A top discovers there can may be some fun to be had while waiting in an all night laundromat for his clothes with the young college student working there. More than just a load of laundry is dropped off.
This was inspired by a newspaper delivery man I used to encounter on my morning walks. While my fantasy never happened, seeing his darkly handsome silhouette in the darkness each morning led to many a masturbatory fantasy.
Who knows? Maybe someday I'll get a chance to make it come true. I hope.
Rashid Jr. was a Townie, was on the HS Varsity Baseball team, so he had a lot to lose if Officer Harding didn't see things his way, so he was more than willing and quite able to turn those tables.